Dancy was a beacon, every Sunday found him there,
At the Lighthouse Gospel Church with his hands folded in prayer.
An' standin' right beside him was his pretty hometown bride.
But no-one could have guessed what he was prayin' deep inside.
Dancy has a demon livin' somewhere in his past.
A dark haired cajun angel was the devil dressed in black.
Was it really voodoo, or just weakness in the man?
The only time he ever felt was when she took his hand.
Oh, its been so long, but its still so strong;
Every night the devil comes and walks through Dancy's dream.
She takes him by the hand and leads him back to New Orleans.
The good man's goin' crazy somewhere in between,
The hymns on Sunday morning,
And the sins in Dancy's dreams.
Sometimes it's almost like he was never even there.
And other times, he swears, he smells the flowers in her hair.
He never told the secret: no-one would understand.
She's the only one who's seen the dark side of that man.
Oh, its been so long, but its still so strong;
Every night the devil comes and walks through Dancy's dream.
She takes him by the hand and leads him back to New Orleans.
The good man's goin' crazy somewhere in between,
The hymns on Sunday morning,
And the sins in Dancy's dreams.
Instrumental Break.
Oh, its been so long, but its still so strong;
Every night the devil comes and walks through Dancy's dream.
She takes him by the hand and leads him back to New Orleans.
The good man's goin' crazy somewhere in between,
The hymns on Sunday morning,
And the sins in Dancy's dreams.
